#over 30

32 feels like I'm standing in the middle of an open field.

Behind me are my 20's, which were full of uncertainty, a deeply rooted need to "prove myself" (literally to who though?) and a desire to fit the mold and "belong".

In front of me, I see roads and veering pathways filled with hope, with the strength and intention to continue to be and learn myself even in the face of the unknown; to be at home in my own skin. 32 is an age of refining.

Of carefully curating what stays in my life, and what I calmly say goodbye to. I no longer need every opportunity, every door to be open, or for every person to like me: Only the ones that make my soul feel safe.

I've been alive long enough now to understand how quickly a decade can pass me by, but l've also experienced the power of how much growth can occur within the span of one single year.

If my 20's were filled with uncertain waves, my 30's are the years I continue to master how to navigate through those waters and guide my ship to safe harbors.

So here's to 32, an age of no longer running from time, but embracing it. 🤍

(also hi, yes that is myyyyyy silly face. will probs edit and delete it later).

I am newish. Created a new account as GO has spread to all the corners of my brain!

Over the last few years I’ve watched all the David Tennant and Michael Sheen content I could get my hands on. They really created magic with Good Omens! Separately, Broadchurch, Rivals and Prodigal Son were great watches! And Aro will always also be a favorite character of mine forever and always.

There’s so much beautiful art in the fandom I wish I shared y’all’s talent! Hopefully I’ll finish one of my WIP’s soon and contribute something! ✍️

I am older with school aged children and prefer not to interact with under 18.

I love cuddling my moody cat, raising my kiddos, laughing with my husband, going to theme parks, the beach and writing fanfic—I’ve written for several other fandoms over the years, but rarely got involved in fandom. I’m trying something new—thanks to my therapist.

I love a good spicy fic! Always open to recommendations. 😘

Would love to chat anywhere on here. Am not on discord though. I detest conflict, value everyone’s opinion even if I don’t share in it. This is a stress free, fun zone for me. Respect me and I’ll respect you. ✌🏻

Also, I’ve never done much posting before so excuse me if I break some fandom etiquette, please. I promise it’s just ignorance if I do. 🫡

Here’s a pic of my cat. 🐈‍⬛

“How old are you, Pa’foot?” Little James asked, looking up at Sirius expectantly. Both Harry and Remus hid snorts in their fists. Sirius glared at them both. 

“How old do you think I am?” Sirius asked, trying to remain focused on his grandson rather than his mutinous husband and godson.

James thought for a moment. “One hundred and sixty five!” he exclaimed.

Harry couldn’t contain himself anymore and burst out laughing. 

“Well. That does seem quite old, James,” Sirius said. 

“But you have white hair!” James pointed out, pulling a fist of Sirius’s salt and pepper hair a proof.

“Ouch! We don’t pull hair. It hurts,” Sirius said, unwinding the small fist from his length of hair. 

“Sorry,” James said, a worried pucker appearing between his eyes. 

“I’m alright,” Sirius said, more softly, since the little boy seemed concerned he’d been hurt.

After Harry took James home, Remus came over and kissed him softly. “You know, you look good for your age.”

“Shut up,” Sirius said, but there was no bite to it. “If I’m one hundred and sixty five, so are you. We’re the same age.”

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Hey, I’m M! I’m agender and use any pronouns. I’m a parent, have chronic health issues, and live in a three-generation home in some suburbs, but it’s still pretty close to nature.

For lack of better terminology, I’m a Christopagan folk practitioner reconstructionist